Spring: Sunday Evening (John Bowring Poems)
How shall I praise Thee, Lord of light?How all thy generous love declare?Though earth is veil'd in shades of night,Thy ...
John Bowring Poems on Mystery (15 Poems)
Winter: Sunday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
God of the morning! Thou, the sabbath's God!Round whose bright footsteps thousand planets roll:A million beings at Thy mighty nodAre ...
Summer: Tuesday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
How wisely is the stream of life controll'dIn its mild course—exhausted, and renew'd;When toiling day its hurried tide has roll'd,Comes ...
Summer: Sunday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
Thou art my glory—Thou my song, whose throneIs built upon the highest heavens—and thenceRollest the spheres by Thine omnipotence—Thou art ...
Spring: Monday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
Thou, Lord! art all in all—and man is nought:For tho' in privileged hours his soaring thoughtWould seem to catch a ...
Summer: Saturday Morning (John Bowring Poems)
The sand of another week has run,All but its last and closing day;And its few remnant moments soonThe common ruin ...
Anxieties and Comforts (John Bowring Poems)
The dreams which early moments deck'd—Hope's sunny summer hours, are o'er;And my frail bark at last is wreck'dOn sullen reason's ...
The Tide of Tendency (John Bowring Poems)
'Tis the same great all-influencing Cause,The source of those inexorable laws Which gives its motion to the mountain rill,And by the ...
Mysteries of Providence (John Bowring Poems)
Lord! in the unbeginning years, Whose course is wrapt in trackless night,Ere Thou hadst launched the heavenly spheres, Or waked this wandering ...
Trust in Him (John Bowring Poems)
O let my trembling soul be still, While darkness veils this mortal eye,And wait Thy wise, Thy holy will, Wrapt yet in ...
Communion (John Bowring Poems)
Not with terror do we meet At the board by Jesus spread;Not in mystery, drink and eat Of the Saviour's wine and ...
Christian Hopes (John Bowring Poems)
Grandest of heritages, to be taughtTo embrace the immeasurable realms of thought,Beyond the lofty firmament to soar,The deepest of abysses ...
Vicissitude a Blessing (John Bowring Poems)
There's good in all the various changes That man's mortality befall;And wheresoe'er the spirit ranges, Death, great reformer! levels all:The pomp that ...
Where? When? How? (John Bowring Poems)
Where? Tell me what shall be the spot Where I shall rest from earthly care?You need not tell—it matters not To senseless ...
To a Mother on the Death of a Child (John Bowring Poems)
"Like morning dewHe sparkled; was exhaled, and went to heaven;"That promise for the innocent was given, And is divinely true. All that ...